I am the second place student with the first place grades.
I always get told I know how to behave,
I always know what to say,
But the high expectations have started to hit me like a wave.
I am the second place daughter with a three time champion mom.
I always get told how I never behave,
I always have too much to say,
And how I manage to get in her way, and how I smudge her trophy when I stand too close to the glass that is our relationship.
I am the second place sister with the third place older brother.
He’s cool, but I tend to get in his way,
He always has too much to say, even though I am told that it’s me who has too much to say, so I dig myself a six foot deep grave.
We are one in the same, but who’s to blame for the countless times we played this game of insults.
Scratch that, I am the second place sister with the first place older brother,
I lose the game every time, and continue digging my six foot grave.
I am the second place friend with the fifth place friend group.
We’re not as cool,
Sometimes we’re rude, but I think it’s crude to assume that based on one person’s attitude.
I am the second place artist with the first place expectations.
But sixth place art.
I am the second place girl with a eighth place attitude.
Yes, I’m the friend who’s rude.
I am the second place girl with the tenth place face
When did having a certain face become a race?
I don’t know how it’s a race about as much as I know I don’t have a place.
I am the second place person with second place poetry.
I am the second place person with the last place standards and expectations.
